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6.15.2011

the best thing about having my mother in town are those moments when sailing in a cab up the westside highway she points out the pier where she and my father had their first date. and then launches into the story about how they thought it'd be a small private party but it ended up being six thousand people (six thousand very lush people). or when walking down madison avenue she notices the william greenberg bakery and suddenly she's a kid in a candy shop (or quite literally, bake shop) remembering how when she first married she took a baking class where they worked through mr. greenberg's recipes and the cinnamon buns! she surely remembered the candy that is those cinnamon buns!

there are other good things too. little things. shared subway rides. lovely meals. a respite on a park bench.

the problem is....well, when she leaves...or after my father has visited, or when i've spent some time at home in texas, or in coming back from a visit with my brother in boston...

the subway rides feels longer. the bags that i tote around all day feel heavier. work is a bit less important. everything feels just ever so much harder.

but that doesn't mean i'd trade the visits and respites and vacations for anything in the world.

This is beautiful. (Are you at all bored of me saying that, yet? I say it on every single post. All truthfully, but still. I am sorry if that word ever bores you. Maybe I'll brush up on my positive adjectives).

oh man, i am getting to know this feeling all too well. now that i'm firmly planted in boston, without a mom in sight i find comfort in finding my own little family of other city dwellers that also need a family. :) it makes the bags a little bit lighter.

Totally, totally summed up my feelings too. My mom lived here when she was about my age. I love thinking about similar experiences we've shared in this crazy, wonderful town. And boy oh boy do I get homesick more and more whenever I leave Austin. Maybe that means we're growing up?

such a lovely post. i love when my mom comes to visit too, although it is rare that she is here alone. she doesn't have stories about my city, but i know the feeling of it taking a little too much time to return to normal after she goes.

I feel the same and I always cry when they leave - but I suppose thats because my heart is not in the city I live it - It is in the city you live in. Walking the streets last month made me realise just how much I miss NYC - I was only there for a year at 19. It would mean moving to a country even further away from my family but I'd do that for New York. I love everyting about her especially her people, smells and sounds. Just walking her streets makes me feel like I am not alone even when I most definitely am. New York the cards are in your hands....